Lydia, Scott, Deaton, and I were all standing around a table discussing what actions to take next. "The scroll said to change his body." Lydia pointed out. She was referring to the scroll that they had found in a man named Katashi's silver finger about how to expel a Nogitsune from it's host.
"That's if I translated it correctly." Deaton responded, unsure. I turned my head to look at Scott, who I could sense was very anxious.
"And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf." He spoke. The new idea was to bite Stiles and turn him. The scroll says to change the body of the host, and Stiles becoming a werewolf was the apparent option.
"What if it saves his life?" I joined in the conversation, and all eyes turned to me.
"What if it kills him?" Lydia countered. She had a point. The bite either turns you or kills you.
"I've never done this before. What if I bite him and I accidentally hit an artery or something?" Scott was definitely unsure of what we was doing, and I let out a long sigh.
"That venom is not gonna last long. Something needs to be done sooner rather than later." Deaton spoke softly, as always. Scott suggested calling Derek, and I was down for that idea.
"Maybe we should call someone else?" Lydia replied, pursing her lips together. Scott immediately gave her a look, and we all knew who she was talking about. Satan in a V-neck. Peter Hale.
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Peter paced the room in a circle around the couch, eyeing the boy with tape over his mouth.
"He doesn't look like he'd survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf." He stated, getting closer to the Nogitsune. The spirits eyes pierced into him like daggers, but Peter was unaffected.
"You don't think it would work?" Scott inquired with a quirked brow. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and rubbed my forearm nervously. Seeing Stiles like this was haunting. I hated it. Peter went on to say that it was more of a "war of the mind" rather than body. He suggested that he had a better method to reach Stiles.
"What kind of method?" Deaton stepped forward, now at Peters side. Peter grabbed onto Scott's hand and flicked it forward. I watched amazed as Scott's five claws sprang out from his fingernails. The Nogitsune looked almost pleased by this, tilting his head. I could tell he had that damn smirk on under the tape.
"We're gonna get in his head."
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After Peter explained the plan to us, I offered to be the one to go inside Stiles mind with Scott. Peter agreed, due to the knowledge that I am an Empath and can pick up certain things that nobody else can.
"So do we have a plan?" Deaton questioned as Peter and I entered the room. I nodded and looked down, interlocking my hands together.
"Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles's mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone." Peter explained, making eye contact with everyone in the room. Scott got a confused look in result of the last words.
"What do you mean?" He asked nervously. I tilted my head slightly and let my hands fall to my sides.
"Somebody needs to go in with you." Peter answered, turning his gaze to me. The Nogitsune looked at me from his position on the couch with a delighted look in his eyes. He was enjoying this. All of it. This is exactly what he wants, and we are handing it to him on a silver platter.
I sat down on the couch next to the Nogitsune, who was still paralyzed from the kanima venom. I was still scared of having Scott's claws driven into my neck, but if it is to save Stiles then it needs to be done.
Peter led Scott's claws to the back of the Nogitsunes neck, and then to mine.
"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott questioned, keeping his claws out of my skin..which I was very thankful for.
"You're gonna have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind and his body." Peter stepped away from us and moved to the front of the couch.
"Could you elaborate on the somehow because it's really not feeling very specific right now." I spoke, sucking in a shaky breath. Scott gave me a look of reassurance, and I nodded. Scott asked Peter if it was a trick, and Deaton stepped forward to tell us we didn't have much time.
I looked back to Scott and his eyes began glowing red. He was definitely hesitating, taking deep breaths into his lungs.
"Scott, do it." I whispered, and I immediately felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. The room began spinning, and my vision went black.
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When I my vision cleared, I was in a white room. My body was strapped into restraints and Scott was in a bed next to me. We both struggled to get out of the straps with no success. I felt completely useless and trapped.
"Do I need to remind you that you're a werewolf with super human strength? Break free." I told Scott, and he turned to face me. After the words left my mouth, he started forcing his body against the tight straps. A few seconds later he was free, and he got me out of my restraints. I gave him a single nod of thanks and stood up from the white bed.
"What now?" I inquired, smoothing down the skirt of my dress with my hands. Scott shrugged.
"I don't know. This is my first time in someone's head." Well no duh, it's mine too. There was a door in front of us, and Scott and I both looked at it.
"Just stay behind me." He said, and I complied. I stood behind him as he opened up the door and stepped out. The door immediately shut behind him forcefully, leaving me alone. I yelled for help and banged on the door.
"Scott! Scott!"
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